Married The Crybaby Childhood Crush First, Then Fell in Love - Chapter 13

Lin Wanqing: “Of course, Sister is beautiful. Sister is the most beautiful person I have ever met.”

Yan Qiu looked at her intently, judging the credibility of Lin Wanqing’s words, “Really? Where is the beauty?”

Lin Wanqing’s heart pounded and her face flushed under Yan Qiu’s eager gaze. “There is no imperfection anywhere. Whether it’s your skin, figure, or clothing, you are like a classical ceramic doll from the European Middle Ages, an exquisite darling of the Creator.”

Lin Wanqing quietly added, “You also look like a beautiful black big cat.”

Yan Qiu: “…”

She burst into laughter.

Only Lin Wanqing would praise her like this.

Lin Wanqing was afraid Yan Qiu wouldn’t believe her, “Really, Sister, trust me! Your beauty would eclipse everyone else’s even in the entertainment industry.”

Yan Qiu: “My legs are not suitable for the spotlight.”

Lin Wanqing knew she had spoken improperly, “I’m sorry…”

Yan Qiu smiled faintly: “I’m not blaming you. It’s getting late, let’s go back.”

Lin Wanqing had a little to drink with her business partner and was following obediently behind Yan Qiu in a daze, almost running into a pillar.

She was wearing a slightly thin white dress with a V-neck design. The wind blew, and the large area of snow-white chest was even whiter than the moon.

It’s so hot.

Just as Yan Qiu was about to leave, the owner of an online celebrity perfume brand rushed up behind her, “President Yan, our brand has great prospects and is deeply loved by students. The future development trend will definitely satisfy you.”

Lin Wanqing’s mind was slow, “Hmm… are you the brand that was criticized on hot search for ‘harvesting’ students’ money on short video platforms?”

The smile on the owner’s face froze for a moment, “This…”

Yan Qiu: “I have no plans to invest at the moment.”

“But didn’t you want to invest in Su Po (素魄 – likely a brand name, meaning something like ‘Simple Soul’ or ‘Purity of Soul’)? Our prospects are better than Su Po’s.”

Yan Qiu gave her a light glance and withdrew her gaze. She was a little regretful that she hadn’t met the perfumer she wanted to see this time.

Yan Qiu was helped into the car by her secretary. Smelling the fragrance on her young wife, she recalled the first time she saw Lin Wanqing.

The thin, small girl was only nine years old, but looked like six or seven due to poor health. She often ran to the bitter orange blossom garden planted next door.

At the time, Lin Wanqing’s eyes were injured, and she was a little blind girl. She would hold Yan Qiu’s hand and sit on the edge of the garden, tucking the fragrant flowers into Yan Qiu’s hair.

That year, Yan Qiu was sixteen. It was the time when the infighting in her family was at its worst.

Her parents were uneasy leaving her in S City, so they entrusted someone to take care of her and brought her to the small town in Jiangnan where Lin Wanqing lived. Unfortunately, they encountered a car accident caused by an enemy. It was Lin Wanqing who saved her in the rain, and whose eyes were blinded by an unknown drug as a result.

The little blind girl, who wasn’t even as tall as her chest, stood on her tiptoes, trying to hand her a flower, “Does your body hurt? Shall I apply medicine for you?”

The sixteen-year-old Yan Qiu was silent and aloof. Her legs were fine then. “No need. It’s none of your business.”

She walked forward, not liking the inexplicable little girl following her.

“Sister Qiū Qiū (秋秋), the doctor in town said your injury is very serious, it must hurt a lot…” The little girl couldn’t even take good care of herself yet worried about her.

“Ah—” The girl whose eyes were covered with gauze lifted her skirt and ran over. She couldn’t see anything and tripped over a stone by the roadside, falling hard onto the ground.

The bitter orange blossom in her hand fell to the ground, the petals scattered. Her inner forearm and knees were scraped, leaving two long bloody cuts.

Yan Qiu’s footsteps paused. She hesitated for two seconds, then turned around and picked up Lin Wanqing, who was as thin as a kitten.

“Don’t cry. I’ll take you to the clinic to clean your wounds.”

The tiny Lin Wanqing cried, “The flower, my flower fell. The flower I wanted to give to Sister Qiū Qiū…”

Yan Qiu helplessly pinned the broken bitter orange blossom to her own hair and guided Lin Wanqing’s small hand to touch it, “The flower is here. Don’t cry.”

Lin Wanqing trembled, daring not to cry, only letting out small whimpering sounds in her throat.

Yan Qiu opened her eyes again, looking at Lin Wanqing leaning beside her.

Compared to when she was little, the grown-up Lin Wanqing was more graceful and pure. When she smiled at her, her eyes curved, making one’s heart race.

Lin Wanqing timidly leaned closer, “Sister Qiū Qiū, I’m sorry.”

Half-drunk Lin Wanqing spoke before she even opened her mouth, and tears were dropping onto the back of her hand.

The drunk Lin Wanqing sat obediently, quickly wiping away the flowing tears with her hand, but no matter how much she wiped, they wouldn’t dry.

“It’s my fault, I should stay properly by Sister Qiū Qiū’s side and be a qualified bride,” Lin Wanqing sniffled and said, “I shouldn’t have been away for so long, making Sister Qiū Qiū come looking for me.”

Yan Qiu moved a little in her direction. The car drove into the mansion. Yu Fei, with keen foresight, quietly left, forbidding anyone else to come near.

The confined car compartment was filled with a subtle fragrance. Yan Qiu’s finger wiped away Lin Wanqing’s downward-streaming tears and then licked them with her tongue.

Yan Qiu: “You never have to say sorry to me.”

Lin Wanqing sat there crying softly. Even when Yan Qiu got closer, picked her up, and placed her on her lap, she did not resist.

The girl felt very soft when hugged. Yan Qiu stroked her overly hot cheek, “You’re drunk.”

Lin Wanqing looked at her timidly, “Sister Qiū Qiū.”

Yan Qiu: “I’m here.”

Lin Wanqing: “Do others believe that we are deeply in love? Did I perform well?”

Yan Qiu: “Excellent. Just…”

Yan Qiu grabbed the back of her neck and whispered slowly in Lin Wanqing’s ear: “Sweetie, as my wife, how can your neck not have a hickey? Others will think it’s fake.”

The drunk Lin Wanqing was easily fooled, “Really?”

Yan Qiu pressed her lips to Lin Wanqing’s neck, greedily touching and leaving clusters of red hickeys and lipstick marks.

Lin Wanqing’s neck was forced to tilt back, exposing the most vulnerable part of her throat. A crying sound came from her throat.

She dared not move. She needed to pretend to be Yan Qiu’s qualified wife.

The drunk Lin Wanqing was slow-witted and allowed Yan Qiu’s actions, “Sister, is that enough? I feel so hot and uncomfortable.”

The veins on the back of Yan Qiu’s hand were bulging, “Sweetie, you have to endure. If there are no marks left on your collarbone and shoulder, how can others believe it?”

Lin Wanqing was confused but obedient: “I’m very good. Please hurry up, Sister.”

The next day,

Lin Wanqing woke up in bed with a splitting headache. The unfamiliar ceiling instantly sobered her up.

She was the only one lying on the spacious bed. The other side of the bed was already cold.

Lin Wanqing groped her way out of bed and saw her neck and shoulders covered in mottled marks in the bathroom mirror.

There was a bruise on her waist where fingers had gripped her.

However, there was no other pain on her body.

Lin Wanqing was startled and quickly pulled out her phone from her bag.

Yan Qiu pushed the door open and smiled gently, “Sweetie, you’re awake?”

Lin Wanqing: “The marks on my body are…?”

Yan Qiu politely explained: “**The after-dinner small dessert at last night’s gathering was pineapple tart. Did you forget? You are allergic to pineapple.”

Lin Wanqing, as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, breathed a sigh of relief, “Oh, it’s an allergy then. I thought…”

Yan Qiu was nervous.

Lin Wanqing: “I thought I was bitten by a bug.”

Yan Qiu: “…”

Lin Wanqing: “Then my waist…”

Before Yan Qiu could speak, Lin Wanqing immediately added, “I was drunk last night and seemed to have bumped into something. Maybe I hit the corner of a table.”

Yan Qiu stopped short of saying anything, “Let’s go eat. The maid has prepared breakfast.”

Lin Wanqing glanced at the messages on her phone, “Sorry, Sister, I have a meeting with someone today. Could you please ask the driver to drop me off at the school gate now?”

Yan Qiu was silent for a moment, “Is it a very important person?”

Lin Wanqing thought of her business partner, concluding that it was indeed quite important, and nodded seriously, “A very excellent perfumer I met at the gathering yesterday.”

Yan Qiu sneered: “Fine. The driver will take you. I’ll pack some breakfast, and we’ll eat together on the way.”

She wanted to see who could get her little rabbit drunk.

If she hadn’t shown up, wouldn’t Lin Wanqing, in that compliant state, have been taken advantage of by others?